Olympic Songtext
von Gotham

It′s like
It's like everybody rapping about cash
Fuck that, I want some land, son
I wanna build on some land
Build mom a house with a pool
Olympic-sized pool
You know what it is, come on

Bow to the feet of black Jesus like you not worthy
Rest in peace to John Witherspoon and Charlie Murphy
The heroin had Eileen Kirby
We mixed the Sprite, now the lean dirty
The current drought drier than beef jerky
They be like, "Kwale, he seem nerdy

But he stand on his square, yo, his feet sturdy"


You motherfucking right about the nerd shit
I′m a nerd for hip-hop, so the words that I drop
Unexpectedly like bird shit in these heavenly verses
I spit it with a purpose, what a gift to be cursed with
I'm from Brooklyn, but I'd rather snatch mics than purses
The way you write is outdated as cursive
What′s worse is half these rap niggas is worthless
They take credit for everything like T.K. Kirkland
It′s clown shit like when you visit the circus
I'm surrounded by vultures, they done left they perches

They circling above, they keep staring
But I keep sharing my art is like Basquiat or Keith Haring
You soon to see my mural from the F.E.R
Play this shit loud where all the barbecue Beckys are
The whole team get the cream like Reddi-wip
Debate me, you′ll be looking like Nixon with the sweaty lips

Race car style, Mario Andretti drip
Vroom, vroom, rev the engine, let it rip, son

Olympic, 'cause we do it for sport
Olympic, ′cause we carry the torch
Olympic, 'cause we playing to win
Olympic, now let the motherfucking games begin


I can see the future in the tea leaves
A black man walking the land like endangered species
The sheep see the Lord′s my shepherd like Kiki
They probably less evolved than monkeys that fling feces
See announcers in the ring like Mean Gene
You embarrassing yourself like you ain't never seen memes
Your life is faker than standing in front of green screen
I got an unfair advantage like the '92 Dream Team

My Jordans is the perfect fit
I bounce back and boomerang it like Eddie Murphy in Eartha Kitt
Racists show up to their dirty tricks
But I stop these Nazis like Jesse Owens at the Olympics in 1936

I′m a target for terrorists
That rep the ugliest parts of America, they argument meritless

Being a martyr is perilous
But when you play in oppression Olympics
Tell me who the gold medalist

Olympic, ′cause we do it for sport
Olympic, 'cause we carry the torch
Olympic, ′cause we playing to win
Olympic, now let the motherfucking games begin